I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 906 | 2014-12-19 11:39:22 | 65.37 | 92% |
| 828 | 2014-12-16 07:28:33 | 71.04 | 96% |
| 98 | 2013-07-08 06:48:37 | 53.03 | 95% |